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Cinnamon Rolls Yum

Sweet powdered sugar frosting
Melted into  pan
Aroma permeates house
Yeast risen delights
Warm breaded magic
Cinnamon 
Rolls!

10th grade11th grade12thepulaeryu

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Jennifer Proxenos

February 19, 2019 at 1:56 PM

Hi Caren, Nothing better than one's home being permeated with an oven aroma of baking - these rolls conquered my diet plans - baking cinnamon biscuits! Poetry hugs, Jennifer.

Caren Krutsinger

February 19, 2019 at 6:44 PM

Thank you Jennifer. I love the smell of cinnamon biscuits.

M. L. Kiser

February 19, 2019 at 8:46 AM

Well now that you've dived into the Epulaeryu...there's no returning. You're going to have to write them regularly. Now if you'll excuse me...I need a cinnamon roll...

Caren Krutsinger

February 19, 2019 at 6:44 PM

I know you do. You taught me the epulaeryu, so it is your own fault.

Kim Rodrigues

February 19, 2019 at 5:49 AM

ooh, baby, I can smell them from here. Come over for some coffee and bring those beauties here...lol!

Caren Krutsinger

February 19, 2019 at 8:06 AM

I would love to get in my car and drive somewhere warmer, Kim. However, work and ice are holding me hostage here.

Maurice Rigoler

February 18, 2019 at 6:12 PM

As a diabetic struggling to control my intake of that poison, sugar, reading your poem on cinnamon buns has raised my sugar count to a dangerous level! The sweets I can eat are usually nongluten and some of them are just as good as the real ones. Thanks for stopping by, Caren. / M

Caren Krutsinger

February 18, 2019 at 8:29 PM

You are most welcome my sweet friend; I did not mean to tantalize you with this poem.

Nette Onclaud

February 18, 2019 at 3:13 PM

delicious read... i'll have some, caren!...huggs

Caren Krutsinger

February 18, 2019 at 3:22 PM

I shall put some into the mail right now. Sad I cannot get up my icy road though. So I will eat them for you on my way to the mailbox. Uh-oh. Sorry. They have been devoured.